A series of four illustrations I did that I *thought* could be used in an upcoming gallery show but turns out they can’t. Long story short, total bummer and a minor set back in an already stressful month but at least I’m proud of them enough to share here.
TinTin, for me, is the most recognizable dot eyed character from Franco-Belgian comics tradition but now that I’ve been living here for a while, I keep finding more and more which all feel like TinTin in disguise to me. My favorite thus far is Beccasine, a comic series about a female maid from Breton who, when I first saw her, was convinced was TinTin in drag.
I haven’t read all the volumes of TinTin! It could’ve happened! I’d read that volume in a heartbeat! And don’t act like you wouldn’t too!
A painting I did a few weeks back, about the pathetic crush I have on the guy who works the Duck Butcher’s stall at the Farmer’s Market.
Its one of those crushes that comes completely out of the blue and instantly turns your brain to mashed potatoes. One minute, your mentally practicing how to ask for two slices of the Galette de Canard and the next you’re fumbling with your pocket change spilling most of it out on the ground in front of him.
Its okay though, when I figure out a way to sweep him off his feet we’ll both look back on this and laugh.
Two quick illustrations I did with characters from a short (okay its 42 pages) comic Ive been drawing for my bud Jonathan Bell Wolfe’s upcoming shojo manga inspired anthology titled “Prom Committee”.
My story is half yaoi/half josei manga (you know, manga for older ladies). Its been feeling a little unnerving to be drawing a comic about two guys so openly falling in love, especially after spending almost two years now on a book about feeling so frustrated with romance.
And for those interested, Jon has even started an “inspiration” tumblr, for all your magical girl frilly dresses and delicate strawberry topped pastry needs.
A quick goodbye present/ cadeau d’adieu for a resident here at La Maison, Pep who has to leave rather unexpectedly.
All the times we hung out, inevitably we’d talk about the show Mad Men and Pep’s obsessive lust for Don Draper which he always felt a little bad about because “Not even my girlfriend feels as attracted to him as I do.”
P.S. Anyone re-releasing old Nancy Drew books? Hardy Boys? Anyone know how I could get that job drawing those illustrations?
Part of painting I started today and I guess I *might* be proud of it because I’m posting it on every social media platform I’m on.
A short comic I drew right when I first arrived in France.
I think in order to delay the realization that I was the furthest from my “life” I had ever been before, I immediately started working. Drawing is the biggest comfort blanket in my life and no matter what it is, whether its a break up, hospital visit, dropped ice cream cone, I just draw. And watch Golden Girls.
And I still haven’t used my oven. Throwing a lit match into an oven and risking death by gas explosion seems like asking too much to cook a frozen pizza. I like limbs thank you very much.
Here’s a quick thing I did of the hero from the book I’m busy working on. And I’m not gonna lie, its *almost* fanart of the Taylor Swift music video “Begin Again”. I haven’t made it to Paris yet so I’m relying on Taylor’s instagrammed vision of it.
I’m aiming to have the rest of the book penciled before the Angouleme Festival in January which shouldn’t be too hard. Since arriving Oct. 2nd, I’ve drawn 71 pages which feels nuts. I finally took them down from the walls of my studio (see above) and counted and I was shocked by the number. Granted, not every page is as detailed as all the others and one of the pages is just some crossing hatching but I’m proud anyway.
And numerically that means I’m at page 218 of about 275?! Ohmygod
Recently I did a little drawing for my bud Adam and his new project, a 2013 planner and you have six days left for pre-orders through his Kickstarter.
11 other illustrators have drawings in the planner all focused around the theme of luck and I’m a bit of sucker for making wishes on eyelashes.
Making myself look like a myopic mouth-less mole in this little gouache self-portrait for the website of the residency I’m a part of.